Okay, I finally decided to post my stories to receive some feedback.
So here's the first one: Note that it's based on parts of real-life stories, but of course names and events are complete fictional. The location is Colombia.
It was yet another dark, cold, stormy night, and Gilberto was shivering violently: it had been over two days since he had last been given any food, and he had absolutely no cover to protect him from the raging weather except for his own arms. Maybe they don't care about us prisoners anymore... this is probably my end... this is almost my third day without any kind of food... Just as Gilberto was accepting his fate he heard some steps drawing nearer and nearer to him. What's that... sound? Is that... a guard? What's going on now?
"Oi, chap this is not your time to die." said the guard with visible disgust as he pushed a dish into the jail-like room. Gilberto slowly approached the bars of the cell, the very bars that he had been staring at, for every single day for almost 10 years. By now he had lost absolutely all hope for himself: he believed that he would die in that very same spot. "Yeah... like you would survive much more..." muttered the guard for himself.
"Yeah, th... thanks!" uttered Gilberto sarcastically. He then proceeded by taking the plate and lifting it towards himself. As soon as the guard disappeared, Gilberto grabbed a part of the grey mass that was on the plate and put it in his dry mouth. This smel... ugh... I can't smell a thing due to the cold... and this... this is tasteless...That or my sense of taste has been completely damaged due the the lack of food for these last pair of days. Sigh... It doesn't matter anymore... according to that guard 'my time is near'. Oh, well... I lived a good life... before these ten years of misery... misery... If anything... This'll only serve me to survive one night...
After finishing the food, Gilberto was left with nothing to do, so he returned to the spot he was sitting in right before the guard arrived. Well, in this moment there's not much to do... either I lay down in this old torn mattress and try to sleep, or I can read that old newspaper yet again... Ok, I guess I'll try and sleep...
Boom! Gilberto opened his eyes suddenly as he heard the explosion. What was that? A battle going on? Am I going to be rescued?. As soon as he stood up with incredible ease, he began to hear the soldiers from the FARC. They were trying to fend off an assault by the military and the police. Can I really be saved? But... no... Just then Gilberto realized that it was just a good dream, so he tried to wake himself up.
When he woke up, he was still in the same place where he was when he closed his eyes and during his dream. The same old mattress lying on the cold damp floor, the stinking toilet and the broken sink were all where Gilberto remembered them to be... he wasn't having hallucinations. So it was only a dream... Why is life so cruel...?
(Okay, to there the first part. I have a lot more but I'm not posting it up just now... I'm too sleepy for that. So whadd'ya people think?)
So here's the first one: Note that it's based on parts of real-life stories, but of course names and events are complete fictional. The location is Colombia.
A Small Ray of Hope
Part 1
It was yet another dark, cold, stormy night, and Gilberto was shivering violently: it had been over two days since he had last been given any food, and he had absolutely no cover to protect him from the raging weather except for his own arms. Maybe they don't care about us prisoners anymore... this is probably my end... this is almost my third day without any kind of food... Just as Gilberto was accepting his fate he heard some steps drawing nearer and nearer to him. What's that... sound? Is that... a guard? What's going on now?
"Oi, chap this is not your time to die." said the guard with visible disgust as he pushed a dish into the jail-like room. Gilberto slowly approached the bars of the cell, the very bars that he had been staring at, for every single day for almost 10 years. By now he had lost absolutely all hope for himself: he believed that he would die in that very same spot. "Yeah... like you would survive much more..." muttered the guard for himself.
"Yeah, th... thanks!" uttered Gilberto sarcastically. He then proceeded by taking the plate and lifting it towards himself. As soon as the guard disappeared, Gilberto grabbed a part of the grey mass that was on the plate and put it in his dry mouth. This smel... ugh... I can't smell a thing due to the cold... and this... this is tasteless...That or my sense of taste has been completely damaged due the the lack of food for these last pair of days. Sigh... It doesn't matter anymore... according to that guard 'my time is near'. Oh, well... I lived a good life... before these ten years of misery... misery... If anything... This'll only serve me to survive one night...
After finishing the food, Gilberto was left with nothing to do, so he returned to the spot he was sitting in right before the guard arrived. Well, in this moment there's not much to do... either I lay down in this old torn mattress and try to sleep, or I can read that old newspaper yet again... Ok, I guess I'll try and sleep...
Boom! Gilberto opened his eyes suddenly as he heard the explosion. What was that? A battle going on? Am I going to be rescued?. As soon as he stood up with incredible ease, he began to hear the soldiers from the FARC. They were trying to fend off an assault by the military and the police. Can I really be saved? But... no... Just then Gilberto realized that it was just a good dream, so he tried to wake himself up.
When he woke up, he was still in the same place where he was when he closed his eyes and during his dream. The same old mattress lying on the cold damp floor, the stinking toilet and the broken sink were all where Gilberto remembered them to be... he wasn't having hallucinations. So it was only a dream... Why is life so cruel...?
(Okay, to there the first part. I have a lot more but I'm not posting it up just now... I'm too sleepy for that. So whadd'ya people think?)
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